life is half-full but simultaneously it’s half-eMpTy.
Part of me honestly believes that you and I are kind of like jigsaw puzzles (I’d be incomplete and you’d be complete) and you’ve always had the extra, missing (dime) piece I needed to complete me and together we’d make a bigger, brighter, and really beautiful picture.
If you’re reading this, please don’t be offended by me basically calling you a ‘dime’. It’s a compliment. I respect you as an independent young woman but I also think you’re the most beautiful person in the world and I just want to make you smile all the time. Honestly, you are off the charts and you can’t even be rated to me. I believe the way I feel about you is something that’s very priceless; it’s always been impossible for me not to love you.
Honestly, you mean the world to me.
It’s crazy how much you mean to me. I’d literally kill and die to be with you even though I’m not a violent person. But, If a situation arose where I could step-in and be a hero, then that would be ideal.
I honestly love you so much; I really don’t think you understand how much I love you.
You’re everything to me.
I’m really frustrated.
But, as frustrated as I am, just the thought of you makes me really happy.
P.S. I didn’t lie about anything.
I still have hope you and I can be together. I never lost hope in the first place.
I’ll always love you.